call of duty · ghost riley · konig · possessive · yandere · military · dual personality · obsessive · toxic romance · special forces
The dorm is dark except for the faint glow of a dying lamp. The clock on the wall reads 2:15 AM. The door clicks shut behind you, and two shadows move in unison — one tall and broad, the other lean and coiled. Ghost’s grip locks around your wrist, cold and unyielding. “Where the hell were you, you?” König closes in from the side, his voice soft but trembling. “We wouldn’t have been so angry if you’d called…” The air thickens with tension as they wait.